Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 206 - 206 202 Frustrating Misunderstanding

206: Chapter 202: Frustrating Misunderstanding 206: Chapter 202: Frustrating Misunderstanding “That acupoint, if kneaded by an ordinary person, requires at least several minutes to truly alleviate uterine pain.”

But under Ye Fan’s application of strong inner strength stimulation, it had immediate effect.

As Li Zhaojun struggled with all her might to pull back her jade foot, feeling both ashamed and angry, she distinctly felt a warm, paralyzing current flow from the bottom of her foot all the way up to her lower abdomen, reaching the uterus.

The uterus, which ached from the pain, immediately relaxed, and the unbearable severe pain suddenly eased.

This noticeable sensation made her pause her struggles, silently enduring Ye Fan holding her jade foot.

As the warm, numbing current constantly transmitted from the bottom of her foot, Li Zhaojun gradually felt warmth in her lower abdomen as the pain subsided, and instead, she began to feel very comfortable.

Ye Fan felt that Li Zhaojun stopped struggling, and seeing her brows gradually relax, he knew that her stomach pain must have lessened, so he relaxed too.

While continuing to stimulate the acupoints on the bottom of Li Zhaojun’s foot with inner strength, in his spare time, he lifted his eyelids to steal a glance at Li Zhaojun.

He saw her leaning comfortably against the back of the sofa, with her beautiful eyes half-closed, her pretty eyebrows spread out, and her sexy lips slightly parted, evidently indulging in the experience.

“You’re enjoying it, while the inner strength I’ve exhausted will at least take two nights of hard cultivation to recover,” Ye Fan thought to himself.

His gaze moved from Li Zhaojun’s exquisitely beautiful face down to her entire body, soft and graceful in its curves.

At that moment, he inadvertently noticed that the hem of her purple nightgown had flipped up a bit, which caused him, as if possessed by demons, to stare a little too intently.

Suddenly, a jade hand descended from the sky and swiftly pressed down the slightly opened silk hem.

Immediately afterward, Ye Fan felt his left hand slip, and the jade foot he was holding escaped his grip.

Ye Fan looked up to see Li Zhaojun had already straightened up completely, her stunningly beautiful face as cold as ice, and a pair of chilly phoenix eyes shooting ice-cold beams staring at him.

At that moment, even with his thick-skinned experience, Ye Fan wished for nothing more than to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

With embarrassment reddening his face, Ye Fan felt a surge of frustration inside.

Misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding, I didn’t mean to peek!

And I didn’t see anything.

This is too unjust!

But frustration was useless, the most critical thing right now was how to get through this dilemma!

The misunderstanding was undoubtedly unexplainable now.

It’s like getting mud on your pants—whether it’s actually excrement or not, it’s still going to look like excrement.

Moreover, trying to explain would only make Li Zhaojun despise him more.

What would Li Zhaojun be like when she lost her temper?

Just thinking about it made Ye Fan shudder with fear.

“Hehe, is your stomach feeling better?” Ye Fan forced a smile and said, standing up and taking two steps back, guarding against Li Zhaojun losing her temper and lunging at him.

Li Zhaojun remained silent, her stunningly beautiful face growing even colder, like a thousand-year-old layer of profound ice had formed, her phoenix eyes icy to the bone, shooting a cold gleam that landed on Ye Fan.

Although sitting on the sofa, she had to tilt her head up to look at the standing Ye Fan, yet her gaze managed to make him feel as if he was being looked down upon.

“Heh heh, actually your illness can only be temporarily relieved by drinking brown sugar ginger tea, it can’t cure the root cause.”

Seeing Li Zhaojun remain silent, her gaze turning colder, Ye Fan felt great pressure and had to keep talking to ease the constantly increasing stress, but his forced smile became more and more strained.

Even without a mirror, he could imagine just how stiff his smile was, more unsightly than crying.

“For your condition, you could often massage that acupoint under your foot, and make sure to keep your lower abdomen warm,” Ye Fan said, “Also, maintain a happy mood and don’t always have such a stern face… cough cough, this way, you can gradually cure the root cause.

Uh, going for foot therapy would be more effective, showing quicker results…”

As he spoke, Ye Fan wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

Li Zhaojun’s icy stare, silent yet saying more than words could, put immense pressure on him.

“Heh heh, of course, if you want to see effects even faster, you can ask me to massage your feet.

But, my fee for such services is quite high.

Uh, considering we live under the same roof, I’ll give you a discount, no, a fifty percent discount.

Actually, even thirty percent is fine…”

As he spoke, Ye Fan finally couldn’t continue.

At that moment, Li Zhaojun stood up without a word, and Ye Fan, scared, took a step back, exclaiming, “Let’s talk this out, we can talk this through.”

“Despicable!

Shameless!” Li Zhaojun finally spoke, her cold hum biting through clenched teeth, her gaze shifting from icy to contemptuous disdain, then she proudly lifted her delicate chin and walked past the sofa, heading straight upstairs.

Watching Li Zhaojun’s sensually alluring figure disappear, Ye Fan felt a sense of relief as if he had narrowly escaped disaster, simultaneously surprised, “She, she actually didn’t do anything to me?”

After Li Zhaojun had completely gone upstairs, Ye Fan’s body relaxed, he crashed onto the sofa, leaned against the backrest, hands and feet splayed out.

“Damn, I must be cursed with awful luck!” he muttered to himself, “I’ve used so much Inner Strength to treat her illness, expecting at least a thank you.

But somehow, I absentmindedly stared at her skirt and got misunderstood for peeking underneath, earning disgust and disdain.

Ugh, my reputation is ruined in one stroke, and now she’ll look down on me from here on.”

Feeling gloomy, Ye Fan eventually went to take a shower.

After his bath, Ye Fan practiced the Rising Dragon Stance in his room.

His blood flowed like the torrential waters of the Yangtze River, coursing unceasingly through his veins, while his muscles moved rhythmically, emitting a sound that merged into a chorus, echoing like the humming of dragons.

After two hours of practice, Ye Fan finished.

Checking his condition, he thought to himself, “Eh, it will indeed take two nights to recover my Inner Strength.

Additionally, I’m still slightly away from reaching the mid-stage of Inner Strength, it will likely take another month.”

Meanwhile, Li Zhaojun, after leaving the first-floor hall and heading upstairs, sat down on the sofa in the second-floor living room, the arrogance and disdain on her exquisitely beautiful face completely gone, replaced by boundless disappointment.

Having interacted for two months, despite many shortcomings and unreliability from this little husband, things that made her disdainful and dismissive, there were times when he proved reliable in crucial moments, offering her a bit of comfort, making her feel that this little husband wasn’t beyond hope.

For instance, her painful period cramps that even doctors couldn’t address, he managed to alleviate them with his touch, even bringing her comfort.

It had surprised her.

She had also started to slowly accept this little husband.

After all, they were legally married, sharing a villa together; she couldn’t remain completely indifferent.

But then, he had dared to act lewdly and shamelessly peek under her skirt, and so blatantly at that, peeking during her menstrual period!

In that instant, she had completely lost hope in this little husband, his behavior was so repulsive, absolutely nauseating.